1. I wept for a youth lying in his grave,
So I wept for jurisprudence and religious decrees,

2. O Father of Al-‘Abbas, of outstanding virtue,
Shihab al-Din Ahmad al-Zawawi,

3. Why did I not inherit knowledge from him,
To a pillar it leaned, sheltering,

4. He grasped the forefront of the race without equal,
Of pure reputation, he has no peer,

5. His alertness rose in but a quarter year,
To perfection in the methods of al-Nawawi,

6. The fruits of his meadow were a harvest,
And for knowledge he was a repository,

7. No wonder that we need him,
For explanation lawsuits require,

8. May Allah water his soil and guide
To it mercy from each speaker.